Dawnlark Plains Madly

As wonderful as it felt at first, Masquerade couldn’t maintain this speed for long. She began to lose ground as the herd swerved slightly right. Rather than lope after them, she let them go and angled to the left. Slowing down the whole way, she ran in a wide arc before facing the direction from which she had come and loping back to Redd’s side.

Panting heavily, she grinned at her sister before promptly flopping to the grass. She collapsed onto her side, flank rising and falling rapidly at first, then more slowly as the minutes ticked past. Eventually Masque caught her breath and found the energy to push partially upright, her weight supported on her elbow.

That was a rush, she said, her muscles ticking like a cooling car engine. Although maybe we should find something we could actually catch, Masque mused, eyes clinging to the dust cloud in the distance: the only sign left of the herd.

I’m happy to continue and we don’t need to rush it. :)